yummy! everybody who loves ice cream ought to have the freedom to eat it for breakfast. black forest by selecta (inspired by red ribbon) is worth craving for.
haven't checked in in a while; been a busy bee between classes, getting bored between classes, beer with the twins, making stuff, selling stuff, assignments, a math exam, my sister's new baby boy, etcetera, etcetera...
what's worth blogging?
strange dreams. i've had two different ones in two nights. weird. they come in vivid colors and very real pictures. last night, i didn't know the cast of characters save for myself and my neice and nephew. they were definitely out of place cos i was with a biscuit but hey, it was a biscuit dream. (jaybs, hangtud damgo nalang ko ani... hehe)
on procrastination. i procrastinate on everything: waking up, getting up, getting ready, eating, having a beer, texting, even sleeping. i think the only thing i don't procrastinate on is talking and laughing.
my ice cream's melting.
12 December 2005
26 October 2005
A Sharp Tongue
It is a necessity when ranting and raving out loud. That, plus matching gesticulations and a wide vocabulary in both english and visayan makes for a very interesting fit.
When the feeling of disappoinment sinks to the pit of your stomach and stays there, immediately find someone who enjoys a colorful ranting rampage; don't wait until you get nauseated. Slap the table or whatever solid, stable object is at hand; but not too hard because that'll hurt. Use colorful language and the necessary tone(s) of voice but see to it that you won't be heard by them; you are therefore required to look around and see if anyone unpalatable is nearby. The face has lots of muscles; use them all to convey what's really in your mind and your brain will take care to coordinate with your arm muscles so your gesticulations and widened eyes will match. Laugh at yourself while at it, and get your chosen listener to participate by giving him/her/it the chance to say something...pahirita pud bah!
Now that you've exhausted your larynx cos you're not used to talking that loud, you may start to whine. Remember not to overdo it cos that tends to get annoying. Here, your gesticulations may be smaller or absent, your face may stay with one expression (a "sorrowful" one matches the whining) and your voice should be at a lower volume but you should still use varying tones. Again, use humor on your situation so your listener will look forward to such episodes of yours and allow him/her/it to participate.
Then you'll get hungry but you wouldn't want to eat cos your throat is sore from all that ranting and too much cigarettes. Drink some water and try not to think about the budding migraine that's been bugging you the whole day. Go home, turn up the music loud, and blog til hunger gnaws whatever other feelings away.
Kaon sa ta na...
When the feeling of disappoinment sinks to the pit of your stomach and stays there, immediately find someone who enjoys a colorful ranting rampage; don't wait until you get nauseated. Slap the table or whatever solid, stable object is at hand; but not too hard because that'll hurt. Use colorful language and the necessary tone(s) of voice but see to it that you won't be heard by them; you are therefore required to look around and see if anyone unpalatable is nearby. The face has lots of muscles; use them all to convey what's really in your mind and your brain will take care to coordinate with your arm muscles so your gesticulations and widened eyes will match. Laugh at yourself while at it, and get your chosen listener to participate by giving him/her/it the chance to say something...pahirita pud bah!
Now that you've exhausted your larynx cos you're not used to talking that loud, you may start to whine. Remember not to overdo it cos that tends to get annoying. Here, your gesticulations may be smaller or absent, your face may stay with one expression (a "sorrowful" one matches the whining) and your voice should be at a lower volume but you should still use varying tones. Again, use humor on your situation so your listener will look forward to such episodes of yours and allow him/her/it to participate.
Then you'll get hungry but you wouldn't want to eat cos your throat is sore from all that ranting and too much cigarettes. Drink some water and try not to think about the budding migraine that's been bugging you the whole day. Go home, turn up the music loud, and blog til hunger gnaws whatever other feelings away.
Kaon sa ta na...
19 October 2005
O.D.
I overdosed on my sleeping pill but not the kind to D.O.A. me (I took a whole pill instead of half. Anybody interested? hehe!). I'm just too groggy to think straight right now. I just woke up. "ehhhh..." is how i feel. go figure.
Our house is a bigger mess than usual, we're doing a general cleaning after n-years of putting up with the clutter. Don't worry, it'll gonna get just messy in a few months, leave it to my sister.
I'm nearly broke. Spend a portion of my moolah on my meds just so my ma would quit complaining about how much she spends on my meds. Oh well. Another portion of my handed-over money goes to jeepney fares for when i have to escort my pregnant sister to the doctor or else buy kiamoy for the other pregnant sister. Good thing my pregnant cats do not crave for anything but then their food is more expensive than fare or kiamoy. bleah!
Today will get better, or so I tell myself. It will get better even if I'll be flexing a lot of muscles to carry this, pull that, move this box and find a place for this possibly-useful-junk.
I'll need a whole lot of chocolate for this and good loud music.
Macy Gray: You are related to a psycopath, your role model's in therapy. You must be real fucked up, you're related to a psycopath.
Our house is a bigger mess than usual, we're doing a general cleaning after n-years of putting up with the clutter. Don't worry, it'll gonna get just messy in a few months, leave it to my sister.
I'm nearly broke. Spend a portion of my moolah on my meds just so my ma would quit complaining about how much she spends on my meds. Oh well. Another portion of my handed-over money goes to jeepney fares for when i have to escort my pregnant sister to the doctor or else buy kiamoy for the other pregnant sister. Good thing my pregnant cats do not crave for anything but then their food is more expensive than fare or kiamoy. bleah!
Today will get better, or so I tell myself. It will get better even if I'll be flexing a lot of muscles to carry this, pull that, move this box and find a place for this possibly-useful-junk.
I'll need a whole lot of chocolate for this and good loud music.
Macy Gray: You are related to a psycopath, your role model's in therapy. You must be real fucked up, you're related to a psycopath.
18 October 2005
TADA!
the techi idiot gets a tagboard. worked all morning on straightening out this blog. still got some problems but that's way better than what i saw earlier. teehee!
CMSci 1 helped some (a lot, i should say) cos i got no help daw on this. Hoy, it's not plain tagboard.com, it's tag-board.com.
i need glucose for my overworked brain.
CMSci 1 helped some (a lot, i should say) cos i got no help daw on this. Hoy, it's not plain tagboard.com, it's tag-board.com.
i need glucose for my overworked brain.
03 October 2005
The Crone
An old flame which never quite dies, you carry around an ember of in your pocket. Slowly, slowly, it sears through the haven in which it lies buried and stings your skin in a warmth of pain and half-remembered memories.
The daydream begins with a slow smile, foggy in your mind, a kind word, ending with a kiss of such sweetness never to be forgotten nor had. You hold on to this half-hidden picture in your mind’s eye and care that the world knows not of this hidden desire.
But the ember has been fanned and out seeps a tongue of flame, bringing with it the black fringes of a singed soul amongst the vibrant color of its life, short though it may be. You play with the fire, in your mind, you seem to think with your heart, you are blinded by its new-ness, forgotten as you have buried it. Like a moth drawn to light, you repeatedly try to possess what is not meant to be yours and in the end, succumb to death: of the flame or of yourself.
Remember to forgive yourself when all this has come to pass. Life is indeed short and there are no retakes, no rewinds. Be that as it may, take kindness where you can and give back such care; do not regret what has been for this will only cause you pain.
The daydream begins with a slow smile, foggy in your mind, a kind word, ending with a kiss of such sweetness never to be forgotten nor had. You hold on to this half-hidden picture in your mind’s eye and care that the world knows not of this hidden desire.
But the ember has been fanned and out seeps a tongue of flame, bringing with it the black fringes of a singed soul amongst the vibrant color of its life, short though it may be. You play with the fire, in your mind, you seem to think with your heart, you are blinded by its new-ness, forgotten as you have buried it. Like a moth drawn to light, you repeatedly try to possess what is not meant to be yours and in the end, succumb to death: of the flame or of yourself.
Remember to forgive yourself when all this has come to pass. Life is indeed short and there are no retakes, no rewinds. Be that as it may, take kindness where you can and give back such care; do not regret what has been for this will only cause you pain.
Do the Moonwalk
I could drop dead right here, right now; I'd do the moonwalk on cloud 9 (not the bar!); I could eat shit and not notice.
Alright, so all this good feeling will eventually evaporate and be lost to the wind. I'll have a day as bad as this one's good, but I'm not looking forward to that; I'm savoring this fluid cocoon of "good vibes" (as jaybee would put it) which currently envelop me. I can feel the starry-ness of my eyes. Wehehehe! Ang corni! Sa mainggit lang...
I'm loving the feel of the natural high. I-n-s-o-m-nia land, here I am.
It's omerta as usual. Goodnight & sweet dreams!
Alright, so all this good feeling will eventually evaporate and be lost to the wind. I'll have a day as bad as this one's good, but I'm not looking forward to that; I'm savoring this fluid cocoon of "good vibes" (as jaybee would put it) which currently envelop me. I can feel the starry-ness of my eyes. Wehehehe! Ang corni! Sa mainggit lang...
I'm loving the feel of the natural high. I-n-s-o-m-nia land, here I am.
It's omerta as usual. Goodnight & sweet dreams!
27 September 2005
need help
I'm posting this, that's how serious I am. Somebody help me get a tag board and polish up my blog? this looks boring.
of course, everything seemed boring today. even sleeping seems like a boring idea.
if anybody could get me an image of daria rolling her eyes, that'd be the perfect surprise for me. anyone? hehe ;p
(third edit for this one puny little post) where'd my daria pic go? i feel completely techy-inept. grrr...
(fourth edit) i've tried to add that pic again, if i don't see it this time, well, BLEH! i guess i'll try again next time. but then, if i see two images, i won't keel over. i'll just get exasperated. sigh... what more can i do?
of course, everything seemed boring today. even sleeping seems like a boring idea.
if anybody could get me an image of daria rolling her eyes, that'd be the perfect surprise for me. anyone? hehe ;p
(third edit for this one puny little post) where'd my daria pic go? i feel completely techy-inept. grrr...
(fourth edit) i've tried to add that pic again, if i don't see it this time, well, BLEH! i guess i'll try again next time. but then, if i see two images, i won't keel over. i'll just get exasperated. sigh... what more can i do?
26 September 2005
LOA gets Boring
what more is there to say about being bored?
Cleaned up my inbox (sorta) which goes farther than June this year. But I haven't cleaned up my room; in fact, I very probably added more junk.
Managed to accumulate a whole lot of game hours for Insaniquarium but zilch for my thesis.
Created a whole bunch of borloloys, sold only two (so far). I'm trying to save money so I can go to Palawan next year and since I've no job and little allowance...
Miss a lot of people but I'm too lazy to go visit Mt. UP and they're too busy to see me. Sigh... I know how it goes.
Being nagged is as normal as normal gets. I'd be lost without it, I'd wonder what went horribly wrong (or right).
Pregnancy means I'm needed for support, physical support. So they won't fall down the stairs nor slip on the floor of Gaisano Mall. I'm perfectly built for the job too: your friendly neighborhood walking stick. (hey, I've gained some pounds already. still...)
Ping me. =P
Cleaned up my inbox (sorta) which goes farther than June this year. But I haven't cleaned up my room; in fact, I very probably added more junk.
Managed to accumulate a whole lot of game hours for Insaniquarium but zilch for my thesis.
Created a whole bunch of borloloys, sold only two (so far). I'm trying to save money so I can go to Palawan next year and since I've no job and little allowance...
Miss a lot of people but I'm too lazy to go visit Mt. UP and they're too busy to see me. Sigh... I know how it goes.
Being nagged is as normal as normal gets. I'd be lost without it, I'd wonder what went horribly wrong (or right).
Pregnancy means I'm needed for support, physical support. So they won't fall down the stairs nor slip on the floor of Gaisano Mall. I'm perfectly built for the job too: your friendly neighborhood walking stick. (hey, I've gained some pounds already. still...)
Ping me. =P
30 August 2005
World of 3D and Pure Imagination
I'm on leave, that's an established and paid for fact. I have free time on my hands. Or so we thought. Turns out I barely have time for myself. Everybody else seems to be running out of time, so much so that they have to borrow mine: "kindly do this, and that", "if it's not too expensive, please buy me some...", "what are you doing? I need this now!", and "could you think up...?"
I try not to complain cos I'm sorta having fun with all this flurry of activities but it gets burdensome at times. I have to use my imagination and creativity to come up with quasi-original ideas; I've to think up color schemes for the "corporate look", the "trendy look", the "baby girl"; suitable materials for that right kind of shimmer, heart quiver. lalalalala.... Well at least there's hope that these ideas in my head will be realized.
Coming Soon.
Creativity this time around needs to be concrete. Whereas writing is more abstract and painful like slow-working acid, crafts call for a broad knowlege of materials and a sense of flexibility. 3D art requires movement in the dusty realm of Uyanguren and my blackholeroom which can get real tiresome; while fiction is necessary (it's all in your head), non-fic is required and poetry makes up for the rest.
There's a lesson in all this but it's buried somewhere among the ribbons and beads or perhaps mixed up in the CDs.
(As others are not aware of exactly what I'm up to, I wouldn't be surprised if you cannot follow my line of thought here. That's ok. I just thought I'd sharpen my typing skills.)
Nice day!
I try not to complain cos I'm sorta having fun with all this flurry of activities but it gets burdensome at times. I have to use my imagination and creativity to come up with quasi-original ideas; I've to think up color schemes for the "corporate look", the "trendy look", the "baby girl"; suitable materials for that right kind of shimmer, heart quiver. lalalalala.... Well at least there's hope that these ideas in my head will be realized.
Coming Soon.
Creativity this time around needs to be concrete. Whereas writing is more abstract and painful like slow-working acid, crafts call for a broad knowlege of materials and a sense of flexibility. 3D art requires movement in the dusty realm of Uyanguren and my blackholeroom which can get real tiresome; while fiction is necessary (it's all in your head), non-fic is required and poetry makes up for the rest.
There's a lesson in all this but it's buried somewhere among the ribbons and beads or perhaps mixed up in the CDs.
(As others are not aware of exactly what I'm up to, I wouldn't be surprised if you cannot follow my line of thought here. That's ok. I just thought I'd sharpen my typing skills.)
Nice day!
12 August 2005
i'm hungry
i often utter those two words these days. sucks being hungry all the time. makes you think i have taenia or some such worms. kigwa.
i'm on leave yet i've no updates, lost a couple of pounds, perhaps an inch off my waist (i didn't measure; it would be too depressing to find out if i did), and I'M ALWAYS HUNGRY!
underpaid and overworked, i'm simply not made for the wonders of the great indoors. four walls, internet, aircon, yadayadayada... i'd get pneumonia and die if i keep up with this.
good luck to all, hope to see you happy shining people soon. =)
i'm on leave yet i've no updates, lost a couple of pounds, perhaps an inch off my waist (i didn't measure; it would be too depressing to find out if i did), and I'M ALWAYS HUNGRY!
underpaid and overworked, i'm simply not made for the wonders of the great indoors. four walls, internet, aircon, yadayadayada... i'd get pneumonia and die if i keep up with this.
good luck to all, hope to see you happy shining people soon. =)
24 May 2005
yada, yada, yada...
EIC exam: fast-tracked... good
bisyo: trying to cut on yosi... struggling
acads: uhmmm... change topic
mintal: something new there... hope you like it
cards: getting real good at shuffling... haha!
kitties: at least 4 new kittens... not for ZOO113
weather: part blue, part cloudy... not too bad
tummy: empty!
bisyo: trying to cut on yosi... struggling
acads: uhmmm... change topic
mintal: something new there... hope you like it
cards: getting real good at shuffling... haha!
kitties: at least 4 new kittens... not for ZOO113
weather: part blue, part cloudy... not too bad
tummy: empty!
23 May 2005
get a load of this!
Today's Forecast
Well, this is more like it. This is the 'you' you're used to being. You're in the thick of things, enjoying the company of friends, and if one of them happens to turn your head, so much the better.
The Bottom Line
Explore your unconscious motives, and your relationships will take a positive turn.
In Detail
That cave you were in is all but forgotten now. You've left it behind -- that and anything that even remotely reminds you of the dark. Yes, you're done hibernating and ready to celebrate that fact in true Sagittarian style -- by being as excessive as possible in every category possible. And it won't be tough to find someone who'll be more than happy to go along with you for the ride either.
(got my horoscope from friendster... yeah, i know.)
this is really stupid!
i've been up since before 7 am and i'm supposed to be having one of my best days? crap! well, maybe, dunno, the day isn't half done yet. but i guess that's the point. the day isn't half over and i've walked around the admin building about four or five times, looking for people who do not want to be found. grrr....
and there's no decent food! and the sky which started out all blue and dear with the fat white fluffy clouds...cumulus clouds. it's gonna raiain!! not that it's anything new but the only solid i've had so far was one snow bear.
garrreat!
so..... BLEAH!
Well, this is more like it. This is the 'you' you're used to being. You're in the thick of things, enjoying the company of friends, and if one of them happens to turn your head, so much the better.
The Bottom Line
Explore your unconscious motives, and your relationships will take a positive turn.
In Detail
That cave you were in is all but forgotten now. You've left it behind -- that and anything that even remotely reminds you of the dark. Yes, you're done hibernating and ready to celebrate that fact in true Sagittarian style -- by being as excessive as possible in every category possible. And it won't be tough to find someone who'll be more than happy to go along with you for the ride either.
(got my horoscope from friendster... yeah, i know.)
this is really stupid!
i've been up since before 7 am and i'm supposed to be having one of my best days? crap! well, maybe, dunno, the day isn't half done yet. but i guess that's the point. the day isn't half over and i've walked around the admin building about four or five times, looking for people who do not want to be found. grrr....
and there's no decent food! and the sky which started out all blue and dear with the fat white fluffy clouds...cumulus clouds. it's gonna raiain!! not that it's anything new but the only solid i've had so far was one snow bear.
garrreat!
so..... BLEAH!
28 April 2005
missing you
caution: getting senti
i miss my friends. where are you guys? i've been roaming around the now-passe friendster and i saw the faces of the people i wish were here now.
aww...
low estrogen sucks!
i miss my friends. where are you guys? i've been roaming around the now-passe friendster and i saw the faces of the people i wish were here now.
aww...
low estrogen sucks!
summer (un)romance
there's a romance about summer: tan lines from days at the beach, flipflops, short dresses, flowery bags, melting ice cream, cool hours at the mall, window shopping, ice-cold beer on warm night, you tell me. of all that, flipflops are all i got. walang calculus dun sa sinabi ko diba, nor billiards? got those too. and seminars.
sigh.
this entry was made possible by Rousettus amplexicaudatus and Hipposideros diadema, bats of Agusan. oh yeah, im supposed to work on my thesis as well. then, there are INCs: WLDL101 and zoo150; removals in mcb150. did i miss any backlog jobs that ought to be done ASAP? please be a dear and remind me.
how could i forget? i ought to have graduated as well! :p i should not be the granddaddy (mommy) dino.
all this thinking made my headache worse. drat...
sigh.
this entry was made possible by Rousettus amplexicaudatus and Hipposideros diadema, bats of Agusan. oh yeah, im supposed to work on my thesis as well. then, there are INCs: WLDL101 and zoo150; removals in mcb150. did i miss any backlog jobs that ought to be done ASAP? please be a dear and remind me.
how could i forget? i ought to have graduated as well! :p i should not be the granddaddy (mommy) dino.
all this thinking made my headache worse. drat...
05 April 2005
drifting thoughts
i need help with my blog. somebody get me a tagboard? i'm too lazy to do any of that. ;p
i hate being in the middle of things, i'd rather be a wall flower. so puhleez don't put me smack center where i don't belong.
having beer by yourself is a misery. warm beer makes everything worse.
current fave song: lemon tree by fool's garden and black balloon by the googoo dolls. i know they're old but i like em anyway. then there's fiona apple. i like all her songs.
uhh...
WANTED: beerbuddy
Qualification: matinong kausap
there's more, so much more i'd like to say but what's the point?
i hate being in the middle of things, i'd rather be a wall flower. so puhleez don't put me smack center where i don't belong.
having beer by yourself is a misery. warm beer makes everything worse.
current fave song: lemon tree by fool's garden and black balloon by the googoo dolls. i know they're old but i like em anyway. then there's fiona apple. i like all her songs.
uhh...
WANTED: beerbuddy
Qualification: matinong kausap
there's more, so much more i'd like to say but what's the point?
17 March 2005
hell week
i've been up since saturday night. i think. it's thursday today. hay.
finals next week. flunked Bio120.
great.
finals next week. flunked Bio120.
great.
01 February 2005
"something's gotta give"
"You've gotta learn how to fall before you can fly."
After watching that movie, I've come to realize why I hate love stories. (Rather, I secretly like watching such but it would kill me to admit that.) They remind me too much of what I'm missing out. Like, seriously, you relate to one or the other major character and you're sucked right into the two-hour love story of your life. And when that's done or when you take a two-minute break to grab some chow, you come to terms with reality and that reality is not the movie. We know I'm just beating around the bush… in a nutshell, I'm not inlove (I might be wishing I am) and I envy the characters in the movie.
That's one tough confession there.
I like to think I've been in love. Truly, madly, deeply in love. Oh you wouldn't believe the misery I went through. Then I got my heart broken and I got even more miserable. Worse things have happened since then, but there's nothing quite like it. It would be crazy to say it's something I'd go through again but then where's the fun in life if everything's safe?
It took me years (no kidding) to get over that heart break. Sometime during that "getting over" stage, another one managed to sneak into my system. Another "truly, madly, deeply". But this time perhaps it wasn't too madly, not too deeply. I got my heart broken again, OF COURSE, but this time, it wasn't so bad. I got over it pretty quick. Too quick, I'd say. Kinda sad to have to let go of an experience when you haven't really had enough of it. I'm feeling poignant about it just now.
Sigh…
And then, and then, I sorta figured out how it works, how someone "sneaks in" into my system (I caught on pretty fast). It's a blessing and a curse because now I know how to fast-track the "getting him out of my system" part. Yep, I go straight to that knowing I can't afford to fall in love. Sounds clinical, doesn't it? IT SUCKS. I compare it to reading Sidney Sheldon or Danielle Steel. Same plot, different details, good stories though. But I hate predictable stories! Like Sheldon. I don't read his books anymore because even before I'm halfway through the story, I already know who's the killer. Then I'd have to fool myself into thinking it's this other guy or that but at the back of my mind I know my first hunch was right and the ending just confirms it.
So, I hate love stories.
26dec04 0440a
PS: to be edited... and hopefully published elsewhere. hehe
After watching that movie, I've come to realize why I hate love stories. (Rather, I secretly like watching such but it would kill me to admit that.) They remind me too much of what I'm missing out. Like, seriously, you relate to one or the other major character and you're sucked right into the two-hour love story of your life. And when that's done or when you take a two-minute break to grab some chow, you come to terms with reality and that reality is not the movie. We know I'm just beating around the bush… in a nutshell, I'm not inlove (I might be wishing I am) and I envy the characters in the movie.
That's one tough confession there.
I like to think I've been in love. Truly, madly, deeply in love. Oh you wouldn't believe the misery I went through. Then I got my heart broken and I got even more miserable. Worse things have happened since then, but there's nothing quite like it. It would be crazy to say it's something I'd go through again but then where's the fun in life if everything's safe?
It took me years (no kidding) to get over that heart break. Sometime during that "getting over" stage, another one managed to sneak into my system. Another "truly, madly, deeply". But this time perhaps it wasn't too madly, not too deeply. I got my heart broken again, OF COURSE, but this time, it wasn't so bad. I got over it pretty quick. Too quick, I'd say. Kinda sad to have to let go of an experience when you haven't really had enough of it. I'm feeling poignant about it just now.
Sigh…
And then, and then, I sorta figured out how it works, how someone "sneaks in" into my system (I caught on pretty fast). It's a blessing and a curse because now I know how to fast-track the "getting him out of my system" part. Yep, I go straight to that knowing I can't afford to fall in love. Sounds clinical, doesn't it? IT SUCKS. I compare it to reading Sidney Sheldon or Danielle Steel. Same plot, different details, good stories though. But I hate predictable stories! Like Sheldon. I don't read his books anymore because even before I'm halfway through the story, I already know who's the killer. Then I'd have to fool myself into thinking it's this other guy or that but at the back of my mind I know my first hunch was right and the ending just confirms it.
So, I hate love stories.
26dec04 0440a
PS: to be edited... and hopefully published elsewhere. hehe
For the sheer pleasure of...
Writing
Thoughts transformed to words, written on paper, recorded on magnetic disks. Feelings, ideas, suspicions, speculations, opinions, pain, joy, memories. Flow from mind, soul, and body to the solid substance of paper, walls, cloth; from the fibers of the mind to a matrix of cellulose.
Falling in love
Heartbreaks, heartaches, laughter, tears, secret smiles, splendid ups and downs of a roller coaster ride. Lessons learned, forgotten, and remembered. Faces, moments, places, stolen time, hidden passion, yours and mine. Forget me not.
Aug20'03
0312am
Thoughts transformed to words, written on paper, recorded on magnetic disks. Feelings, ideas, suspicions, speculations, opinions, pain, joy, memories. Flow from mind, soul, and body to the solid substance of paper, walls, cloth; from the fibers of the mind to a matrix of cellulose.
Falling in love
Heartbreaks, heartaches, laughter, tears, secret smiles, splendid ups and downs of a roller coaster ride. Lessons learned, forgotten, and remembered. Faces, moments, places, stolen time, hidden passion, yours and mine. Forget me not.
Aug20'03
0312am
King & Queen
King procrastinator met the queen of procrastination.
"Hey, cockerch." he said by way of greeting. "I bet you're still awake." She grins and replies with a "Yeah, well, how much do you bet that I'm still up?"
"Anyhow, we gotta have better timing skills, I mean, I gotta have better timing skills," said the king, "if we are to have beer." The queen replies. "You do that, cockerch. This entomology thingy of cockerches and such is giving me a headache!"
He says, "Well, then, give meaning to your title." She laughs out loud. "My sentiments exactly! Listen to this: 'maita is my name, procrastination is my game (isn't that lame?).' "
Without missing a beat he throws back at her "Nice rime. Worth a hundred dime. Isn't it sleeping time?"
"Aww…" she says. "Are you gonna sleep already? Brushed your teeth and drank your milk? So you'll grow tall." She bats her eyelids at him.
"I'll do that laaater. I'm king procrastinator. Bow down to my laziness, oh beerbuddy! Good morning then!"
"Hmph! I thought you were gonna help me procrastinate. But no, the Queen does things all by herself!" The queen pretends to huff. "Oh well…" she gives in. "Sweet dreams then. I hope the bedbugs bite."
Sept05'04 0152a
PS: it sucks pero nalingaw ko eh. bleah! ;p
"Hey, cockerch." he said by way of greeting. "I bet you're still awake." She grins and replies with a "Yeah, well, how much do you bet that I'm still up?"
"Anyhow, we gotta have better timing skills, I mean, I gotta have better timing skills," said the king, "if we are to have beer." The queen replies. "You do that, cockerch. This entomology thingy of cockerches and such is giving me a headache!"
He says, "Well, then, give meaning to your title." She laughs out loud. "My sentiments exactly! Listen to this: 'maita is my name, procrastination is my game (isn't that lame?).' "
Without missing a beat he throws back at her "Nice rime. Worth a hundred dime. Isn't it sleeping time?"
"Aww…" she says. "Are you gonna sleep already? Brushed your teeth and drank your milk? So you'll grow tall." She bats her eyelids at him.
"I'll do that laaater. I'm king procrastinator. Bow down to my laziness, oh beerbuddy! Good morning then!"
"Hmph! I thought you were gonna help me procrastinate. But no, the Queen does things all by herself!" The queen pretends to huff. "Oh well…" she gives in. "Sweet dreams then. I hope the bedbugs bite."
Sept05'04 0152a
PS: it sucks pero nalingaw ko eh. bleah! ;p
"Life"
Life isn't about keeping score.
It's not about how many friends you have
Or how accepted you are.
Not about if you have plans this weekend or if you're alone.
It isn't about who you're dating, who you used to date, how many
people you've dated, or if you haven't been with anyone at all.
It isn't about who you have kissed,
Its not about sex.
It isn't about who your family is or how much money they have
Or what kind of car you drive.
Or where you are sent to school.
It's not about how beautiful or ugly you are.
Or what clothes you wear, what shoes you have on, or what kind of
music you listen to.
It's not about if your hair is blonde, red, black or brown
Or if your skin is too light or too dark.
Not about what grades you get, how smart you are, how smart
everybody else thinks you are, or how smart standardized tests say you are.
It's not about what clubs you're in or how good you are at "your" sport.
It's not about representing your whole being on a piece of paper
and seeing who will "accept the written you."
LIFE JUST ISN'T.
But, life is about who you love and who you hurt.
It's about who you make happy or unhappy purposefully
It's about keeping or betraying trust.
It's about friendship, used as a sanctity or a weapon.
It's about what you say and mean, maybe hurtful, maybe heartening.
About starting rumors and contributing to petty gossip.
It's about what judgments you pass and why.
And who your judgments are spread to.
It's about who you've ignored with full control and intention.
It's about jealousy, fear, ignorance, and revenge.
It's about carrying inner hate and love, letting it grow,
and spreading it.
But most of all, it's about using your life to touch or poison
other people's hearts in such a way that could have never occurred alone.
Only you choose the way those hearts are affected,
and those choices are what life's all about.
From the Barber's e-mail
It's not about how many friends you have
Or how accepted you are.
Not about if you have plans this weekend or if you're alone.
It isn't about who you're dating, who you used to date, how many
people you've dated, or if you haven't been with anyone at all.
It isn't about who you have kissed,
Its not about sex.
It isn't about who your family is or how much money they have
Or what kind of car you drive.
Or where you are sent to school.
It's not about how beautiful or ugly you are.
Or what clothes you wear, what shoes you have on, or what kind of
music you listen to.
It's not about if your hair is blonde, red, black or brown
Or if your skin is too light or too dark.
Not about what grades you get, how smart you are, how smart
everybody else thinks you are, or how smart standardized tests say you are.
It's not about what clubs you're in or how good you are at "your" sport.
It's not about representing your whole being on a piece of paper
and seeing who will "accept the written you."
LIFE JUST ISN'T.
But, life is about who you love and who you hurt.
It's about who you make happy or unhappy purposefully
It's about keeping or betraying trust.
It's about friendship, used as a sanctity or a weapon.
It's about what you say and mean, maybe hurtful, maybe heartening.
About starting rumors and contributing to petty gossip.
It's about what judgments you pass and why.
And who your judgments are spread to.
It's about who you've ignored with full control and intention.
It's about jealousy, fear, ignorance, and revenge.
It's about carrying inner hate and love, letting it grow,
and spreading it.
But most of all, it's about using your life to touch or poison
other people's hearts in such a way that could have never occurred alone.
Only you choose the way those hearts are affected,
and those choices are what life's all about.
From the Barber's e-mail
Late night stuff! (like i promised)
haha! tugnaw kaayo diri sa netopia. beer is calling. i haven't tried getting beer or yosi sa starmart (whatelse would i get there? pressure check? =p) but i heard from my ate na they are? will be? banned from selling oh-so-sinful stuff like i mentioned na i haven't tried getting pa.
drat & double drat.
see you elsewhere, cockerch.
as for my late night thingys (i'm really shivering now inspite of my jacket) they're old stuff from my old, old, old computer at home. oh yeah, nasabi ko na yan in the other entry. well...
enjoy!
drat & double drat.
see you elsewhere, cockerch.
as for my late night thingys (i'm really shivering now inspite of my jacket) they're old stuff from my old, old, old computer at home. oh yeah, nasabi ko na yan in the other entry. well...
enjoy!
17 January 2005
late night stuff
i've a folder in my old, older, oldest PC at home named "late night stuff". i got some good stuff in there, thanks to insomnia, and i was gonna upload them here in my blog but of course you can't use a foreign diskette in ILC.
yun lang. =p
yun lang. =p
05 January 2005
Deep, Dark Place
That's where i am and life is passing me by.
I'd like to leave this hole but i'm stuck, sucked down by viscous mud. I don't move much but I'll get out of here and i'll catch up. I hope i don't stay too long down here cos i think i'm starting to like it.
I'd like to leave this hole but i'm stuck, sucked down by viscous mud. I don't move much but I'll get out of here and i'll catch up. I hope i don't stay too long down here cos i think i'm starting to like it.
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